Chapter 17 #6
She stopped in front of him. And that’s when he saw it—tears glinting in her eyes, the ones she was fighting back too hard. Without a word, he reached for her waist and gently pulled her into him. She gasped, stumbling forward, landing in his lap, straddling him out of instinct for balance.
“Hassan…” she breathed, a small panic in her tone.
He raised a finger, resting it gently against her lips. “I just want to hug you.”
Her breath hitched again, but she didn’t move.
He pulled her in tighter, her arms slowly wrapping around his neck, her face nuzzled close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne. He felt her body soften, melt into him, though her heart was racing hard against his chest.
She started to get off his lap, but his hands held her firmly in place. “What are you doing?” she asked, voice soft, shaky, like she already knew.
He didn’t answer. Just looked at her. Saw the war in her eyes, the emotion still swirling behind her lashes. Then the tear fell. A single, silent tear that trailed down her cheek. Hassan reached up and wiped it away, his thumb brushing her skin so gently it almost hurt.
“Stop letting people who don’t deserve to be in your life hurt you,” Hassan said, the words slipping out before he could stop them .
He meant it, even if it surprised him.
Sevyn’s eyes widened, the tears still glistening, but now filled with something else—shock, maybe even awe.
“Your heart is full of gold, Sevyn,” he continued, his voice low and steady, but softer than usual. “It’s treasure. And Braxton’s bitch ass— and that hoe? They didn’t deserve to discover it.”
Her lips trembled as the tears fell freely now, his words cutting through the wall she tried so hard to hold up.
Then—she moved. No hesitation. Her lips crashed into his.
Hassan didn’t expect it, but the moment he felt her mouth on his, it was like something ignited deep inside of him.
Her lips were soft, warm, addictive. He kissed her back, deeper, hungrier, letting his tongue slip past her parted lips when she opened to him.
She melted against him, and he pulled her closer, standing with her in his arms, not breaking the kiss as he carried her through the house like it was instinct. Upstairs. Into her room. Pressed against the wall.
Their breaths collided—quick, shallow, in sync.
He kissed down her neck, tasting her skin, dragging his tongue slowly along the curve of her jaw. She tasted sweet, and it wasn’t just her perfume. It was her.
But then—
“Wait… no… we can’t do this,” Sevyn whispered, breathless, her voice trembling with conflict.
Hassan paused, though his lips were still grazing her skin.
“I’m your therapist,” she said shakily, trying to find ground even as her body melted further into him.
He could feel her heartbeat. Her hesitation. But also her want.
“I thought we were friends too,” Hassan murmured with a low smirk, teasing just enough to push her closer to the edge.
Sevyn rolled her eyes, but her mouth parted in a soft moan as he continued kissing her neck. Her protest was weak, lost in breath and tension.
“Friends don’t do this,” she said, but her voice betrayed her— husky, needful.
“Then stop me, Sevyn.”
His voice was velvet against her skin, his mouth continuing its slow assault.
“Stop me from giving this pussy what it needs,” Hassan growled against her neck, his voice low and full of heat.
Sevyn’s eyes rolled back, breath hitching as his words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew this was wrong—very wrong—but the way he touched her, the way he filled her? It felt too damn good to stop.
And truth be told, she didn’t want to .
She didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. Her fingers rubbed in his hair. Her lips found his again, and this time, there was no hesitation. They consumed each other—finally giving into what both had tried so hard to deny.
Hassan laid her back on the bed, his eyes locked on hers as she pulled off her hoodie, baring her skin to him. He didn’t waste time— he stripped the rest of her top off himself, revealing two perfect, full breasts that made his dick twitch just looking at them.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, leaning down to take her right nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked and teased, sucking it softly at first before letting it graze between his teeth.
“San…” she moaned, her back arching off the bed.
The sound made his chest burn. He moved to her other breast, tongue circling slow, deliberate, his hands gripping her waist like he needed to ground himself. She whimpered again—light, breathy—and he kept going, kissing a trail down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her pants.
He dragged them off slowly, revealing the black lace panties underneath—sexy, delicate, soaked.
He paused for a second, just staring. “Damn…” he whispered.
Sevyn was so fucking beautiful. Every inch of her. The kind of body that deserved to be touched slow, worshipped, not just fucked.
He slipped her panties off, careful like she was something precious, then brought his thumb to her clit. The second he touched her, her hips jerked and rolled with him, falling into rhythm like she was made for it.
He leaned over, kissed her deep—slow and hungry—while his thumb kept working that perfect little spot. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy getting wetter with every pass of his finger.
Then he slid two fingers inside her.
She gasped, her body tightening around him immediately. Warm. Wet. So fucking tight.
“Cum on my fingers,” he growled, voice low and raw as he curved his fingers just right, hitting that spot over and over.
“Shhh... fuck,” Sevyn whimpered, her moans getting breathier, her body writhing under him. He watched her face—those parted lips, eyes fluttering shut, her body trembling—and knew she was close.
When he felt her start to break, he pulled her legs wider and dove between her thighs. His mouth wrapped around her clit and he sucked, slow and deep, letting his tongue drag across the swollen bud. “Fuck, Hassan!” she cried, her thighs tensing around his head as her body erupted.
She came hard. And he didn’t stop .
He licked every drop, tongue deep, savoring the taste of her like it was his last fucking meal. She tasted like something holy—sweet, fresh, addictive—and he needed more.
When her body settled, he didn’t let up. His tongue teased her again, soft flicks and long strokes until her moans returned, higher, needier.
“Ohh my gosh... yesss…” She came again.
No one had ever made her cum back to back like this—not Braxton, not anyone.
And when he felt her thighs quake from the second orgasm, he went even deeper, flattening his tongue and licking her clean until she was breathless, shaking, and soaked all over again.
Sevyn was his now. He could feel it in her body, in every moan, every tremble, every gasp that left her lips.
And he wasn’t done.
Hassan stood at the edge of the bed, pulling off his pants, then slipping out of his boxers. His thick, long, perfectly curved dick swung forward, hard and ready. Sevyn’s eyes widened—damn—but it wasn’t fear in her gaze. It was pure, wild lust.
She bit her bottom lip, eyes trailing from the base to the tip like he was something sinful she couldn’t wait to taste.
That shit made his chest tighten.
His dick was the kind of size most men dreamed of having and every woman dreamed of riding—and the way she looked at him? Like he was already inside her.
Hassan grabbed a condom from his wallet, slid it on, then adjusted her legs just how he wanted. Spread and angled to take every inch of him. He ran the head of his dick slowly along her soaking wet slit, teasing her clit just enough to make her hips jerk.
“Hassan…” she panted, voice already breathless.
“What, Sevyn?” he asked, voice low and dangerous, his hand gripping her thigh tight. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut, chest rising.
He pushed in slow, thick inch by inch, stretching her open. Her mouth dropped open as he filled her, her pussy clenching around him so tight he had to bite back a groan.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, gripping her waist.
She felt too damn good. Warm, wet, gripped like she didn’t wanna let him go. He started slow, letting her adjust to his size, but the way her walls hugged every inch of him? It was driving him insane.
No woman had ever felt like this.
And when he couldn’t hold back anymore, he fucked into her harder, his pace growing faster, rougher, deeper. Skin slapped against skin, the sound echoing through the room with each perfect thrust. “Fuuuuck!” Sevyn moaned, her voice loud, head thrown back, eyes rolling.
Hassan bit his bottom lip, fighting the moan threatening to rip out of him. He never moaned during sex. Never. But this—her—was different. He rolled his hips with precision, each thrust hitting that spot inside her that made her whimper and claw at his back.
“Please… don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a cracked whisper. And he didn’t. Couldn’t.
He never wanted to stop. Not when her pussy felt like heaven. Not when her body melted into his like it was made for him. If it was up to him, he’d stay buried inside her forever.
And Sevyn? She was giving him every reason to.
Sevyn was getting wetter with every stroke, and Hassan could feel the tight squeeze of her walls wrapping around him, pulsing like she was seconds away from cumming again.
But he wasn’t done with her yet.
“All fours,” he commanded, voice deep and low, laced with hunger. She didn’t hesitate—just turned over and arched her back, lifting her ass perfectly in the air like she was made for him. The curve of her spine, the way she tooted that shit up just right—Hassan’s breath caught in his throat.
“Damn, that nigga didn't deserve this,” he muttered, grabbing her waist and lining himself up again.
He slid back inside that warm, dripping, creamy pussy with ease, and this time they both moaned—together, raw, and in sync. He gripped her tighter and started slamming into her, deep and steady, the sound of skin smacking and her wetness echoing through the room.
“This pussy talkin’ to me,” he growled. “Make her cum for me too.” He smacked her ass—hard—the clap snapping through the air, and Sevyn moaned louder, arching into him, loving every second.
“Yes, fuck! Hassan!” she cried out as he pushed in deeper, making her scream with pleasure. Then he leaned down, spit-slicked her asshole, and dragged his tongue across it.
“Shittttt!” she moaned, legs shaking as another orgasm started to crash through her.
Hassan felt it—knew it. Her body trembled, and her pussy clenched tighter around him, milking him. He pulled out, then slammed back in with precision, keeping a ruthless pace. Then he slipped his thumb into her ass, not slowing down as her moans turned into desperate cries.
“Fuck—I'm cumming!” she shouted, her body unraveling as she squirted, creamed, and soaked his dick all over again .
Hassan gritted his teeth, chasing his own release. Her pussy was so damn wet, so tight, so perfect—he could barely hold on. A few more strokes and his body tensed as he came hard, nutting deep in the condom, letting out a low groan as he rode it out.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her toned, glistening back, tasting the warmth of her skin one last time.
He pulled out slowly, watching her collapse onto her back, chest rising, hair wild, a euphoric smile lighting up her whole face. She looked like pure bliss—and he couldn’t help himself.
“Fuck…” she breathed. “That was so good.”
Hassan chuckled darkly, still catching his breath. Nova who? Sevyn was different. Better. The best.
She got up to use the bathroom while Hassan sat there, glancing at the mess they made on the sheets. He reached for his boxers and slid them on, not even bothering with the rest of his clothes.
Minutes later, Sevyn came out, looking exhausted but satisfied, wearing nothing but her panties. She crawled into bed with that soft smile he was already starting to crave.
“Sleepy, huh?” he asked, voice calm but amused. “Yes,” she groaned. “My legs feel like noodles.”
She slid under the covers, clearly done for the night.
“Want me to leave?” he asked, even though the thought of getting up made something in his chest tighten. He never stayed. Never cuddled. Never gave a woman anything more than nut and silence. But right now, leaving felt wrong as fuck.
“No,” she said simply, patting the spot beside her—the same one he laid in last time.
Hassan eased in, and she turned on her side, back facing him. “Stay on your side,” she warned with a soft smirk in her voice.
“I’m not the one you need to be telling that to,” he murmured, grinning as she smacked her lips and flipped him off before drifting off almost instantly.
Once she was fully asleep, Hassan pulled her closer, letting her body rest on top of his. Her warmth, her breath, the softness of her skin—all of it settled something wild in him.
He didn’t know what the fuck this was. But he knew one thing for sure—he needed her close.
And he wasn’t ready to let her go.